She lives in a crooked world on a crooked lane where the weeds grow tall, except for at her address. Her garden remains well-tended. Her door mat welcomes the wounded, the weary, and those bound by sin and suffering. The world may look at her home and not call it picture perfect, but all those welcomed here call it a picture of Christ.
"She opens her arms to the poor
and extends her hands to the needy.
When it snows, she has no fear for her household;
for all of them are clothed in scarlet.
She makes coverings for her bed;
she is clothed in fine linen and purple.
Her husband is respected at the city gate,
where he takes his seat among the elders of the land."
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